#canariism

For all intense and purposes Simon should have been heading home, Simon had been told his PA had checked in and he could finally go home, but yet he stayed checking up on a few of the over night patients. He was about to finally finish when he heard a lot of commotion. One of the older doctors that he supervised as working on a girl, his brow furrowed as he walked himself over. When asked what happened he pulled on a pair of gloves being filled in before he felt her cling to his coat. His eyes went wide at her statement, her concern for children over herself...

“Hey..HEY” he went into action, “What’s her name?” He demanded, “Sara” 

“Sara! Hey Sara stay with me!” he took over saw what the other doctor had started and snapped, “What the hell were you trying to do? MOVE” he took over and went to work, giving orders of what he needed, 

Her heart beat had skyrocketed he didn’t have much time, called for the defibrillator, tearing open her blouse he cleared her. 

“clear “ once. 

“clear!” twice it started up but she was still in danger, he needed to stabilize her. 

he looked down at her, taking a form of adrenaline from the nurse he put it into her bloodstream. He needed her awake. 

Maya knew it was a bad idea, but when she’d seen one of the Legends walking around her hometown, she couldn’t resist but to follow them back and sneak onto the Waverider.  She had heard so many stories about her parents’ adventures, but she’d never actually got to experience them herself.  It wasn’t that hard to sneak on board, and she was pretty good at hiding.  Unfortunately, she should have figured that the spot she’d hide would be a place her father would hide something of his own.  When the compartment opened, she came face to face with Leonard Snart, and she couldn’t help but smile.  “Surprise?”

                            Dopey grin in place, the Frenchman was encased in an air of relaxation as his long, long frame straightened up, stretched limbs and for the shortest of moments he couldn’t help the mirth painting his features. Clever hands, waved around, the swat barely registered until fists came to rest on his hips, the burned finger almost on fire with a sensual overload of finally being able to feel again just because she was there with him. A wink and a step back, Frankie lifted his arms as if in surrender with every intention of never actually admitting defeat.  ❝  Oui, you got me.  ❞

                            Except, it took time for him to fully register what she had said until he came to the conclusion that, indeed, she wasn’t his Sara Lance. After all this time and many adventures survived, their chase had turned into a dance of the most playful nature leaving his charcoal black heart beating for only the assassin in question.                 ❝  Mais, non!  ❞  A cry of pure frustration, he had been ready to do all the usual steps, the flirting and the teasing, ready to kiss those lips and take off again, surely she should’ve been able to see just how strong their bond was - at least, on his side.

                            Big eyes were trained on the blonde, his gaze was steady as it followed hands moving to hide away the phone and once it really was gone, he couldn’t help the spike of anger piercing his chest. However, nothing showed on his features instead he let himself bathe in her attention and jumped on the couch, feet first then the knees as he crawled towards her with a wide grin on his face. Mischief followed the motions as he leaned up and in, ready to steal a kiss from those sweet lips but hovering just out of reach, close enough to taste the accent as he spoke.  ❝  If a disaster ‘appens you’re safe with me.  ❞  

              “Here I thought you’d be out for another few hours.” 

*sara singing double mint jingle*

             now normally Kate would have reacted far differently if anyone but Sara had grabbed her like this, they’d be slammed onto the cold ground without so much as a second glance to see who it even was. she had been expecting this exact confrontation would happen after all the highkey flirting and teasing she had been subjecting the Canary to all day.